The normally cold atmosphere was unsettling. But it wasn't just cold, it was freezing. It was dark, but the young humanomic skill student could make out a familiar alleyway. The moon's light suddenly got brighter, shining its light down on the teen. Then there was sound.
Struggling.
She whipped around and saw two shadows trying to get another humanomic wolf to stop squirming.
"Let go of me!" she grunted. Her voice. It was so full of fear, yet so full of determination. Then she made eye contact with the other, and the first humanomic knew that she was spotted. "Ellie, help me!" the little humanomic screamed.
She just stood there, frozen. She watched as one shadow injected some type of liquid into the other humanomic. Then she was limp. They loaded her into a white van. Right before the shadows closed the back doors, the two humanomics made eye contact, again.
'I hate you, Ellegard,' the other humanomic's once bright now dark eyes whispered, 'I hope you die.'
Then, darkness.
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The beeps of the tracker got faster and louder as a mysterious biker got closer to his destination. The roars of his bike drowned the other sounds around him, but the beeping was still holding up strong. As he came to a stop, the beeping was deafening. He kicked down the stand on his bike by a boulder and walked the rest of the rough way, big black tracker in hand.
He eventually found himself in a crater, staring at his tracker. The little red dot was getting closer to him, but he wasn't even moving. He tucked the tracker in one of his belts and pulled out a big cyan gun that was strapped to his back. A big shadow loomed over him from behind, plunging the crater in darkness.
The huge beast lifted a dusty tentacle as the biker's grip on the trigger got tighter.
The beast swung down its limb on the biker, but he leaped away. He ran in circles while shooting cyan lasers at the beast as it dragged more of its tentacles across the sandy terrain. As the dust rose and began to cloud his vision, the inside of his visor changed his view. It cleared the dust completely, but the colors were in different shades of cyan.
The monster slammed a gigantic tentacle a few feet ahead of the biker. He used it as a boost as he jumped high in the air. Everything was slow as he pulled back a section of the gun while gripping the support handle. The polar sides of the gun detached as they went in a semicircular formation, the insides of it folded into one part of the midsection, and an arrowhead peeked out of the gun's mouth.
What is an archer?
The biker released the arrow and it hit the beast's exposed heart, which was in between its eyes. The biker landed on threes outside the battered crater with his weapon in his left hand as the beast fell in it a few seconds later.
The dictionary defines an archer as a person who shoots arrows using a bow.
He let out a huff as he put away his weapon. He looked back at the beast, one arrow sticking out of its heart and the other sticking out of its back. He slid back into the crater and roughly pulled out the arrow in its heart, causing a spray of green liquid to come out.
Some archers are hunters. They kill their hunt using the bow and arrow.
The biker waited for the spray of blood to end before bringing out a small silver blade. He cut out the heart and dropped it on the sand below. Soft squishing and ripping sounds were heard as he continued to pull out organs and bones. This continued for a few more minutes until his eyes caught a cloth soaked in the beast's blood.
He carefully cut the area around it until he found an infant. He put the blade away and carefully took the infant into his arms. It began to sob from the suddenly loss of heat it had gotten use to. He sighed. He turned around and walked back to his bike.
He shifted the infant to one arm and opened the back compartment, which was empty. He carefully placed the child inside and undressed it. It was thin, too thin. He let out another sigh and unzipped his black jacket. The light blue short sleeve flannel hoodie hung loosely around him. He wrapped the jacket around the infant and sighed in satisfaction as it began to suck its thumb.
He locked the back compartment after transferring the infant to the front compartment that was facing him. After securing the little child, he got on and drove away.
The journey was long, but as the golden sun rose above the horizon, a small village came to view. The villagers cheered as the biker gave the infant back to its family.
Some archers are heroes of small towns. They use their skills to help other people.
The villagers led him to a small house where all his possessions were stored. He gave them his thanks and chained his bike to the small post on the side.
When he walked into the house, he locked the door and shut and covered the windows with the thick curtains. He turned on the main light then made sure that every opening was shut and locked tight before pulling off his helmet. Fluffy chin length brown hair floated in the static, making him—her chuckle. She flexed her blue wolf ears, the left one with a cut and burned end, then placed down her black helmet on the nightstand and tossed her biker jacket in a small woven basket. She stripped herself of her flannel hoodie and biker pants, then tossed those in the basket too. She removed her boots and crashed on the bed on her belly. She sighed in relief as she moved her fluffy blue tail around.
She was dozing off when her communicator rang. She groaned as she stretched, joints cracking. She lazily reached for her communicator on the nightstand. When she finally did, the caller's ID made her huff. She brought the communicator to her ear and answered.
"Yo, how's it goin'?"
"Shut up and cut to the chase, Trixie," she grunted.
"Okay, okay, geez. You're in Nontrae, right?"
"Yes," she huffed. She rolled onto her back as her wolf ears twitched in annoyance, "What about it?"
"Element BE's got a mission, and they need some info on Titan Gradger."
"Titan Gradger? Never heard of 'im. Don't know where I can get info, either."
"Well, there's a manager of a bar in the city of Cracaea."
The loud roars of a bike were deafening as a short stream of cyan light sped across the modern city of Cracaea towards the older areas, towards one particular abandoned area.
"He's known for having info on several thieves, bandits, politicians, et cetera, et cetera."
"Including Titan Gradger?"
The strode lights blinked intensely behind the big sliding metal doors.
"Yes."
The biker strutted across the club. The dance floor was blinding, the music was deafening, the people were drinking, and dancers were stripping.
"What do you have on him so far?"
"Well..."
The biker walked up to the counter and leaned her back against it. She crossed her arms.
"May I get you something, young ma'am?" the bartender asked.
"Do you have cherry sparkler here?" she asked. The bartender nodded. "Then I'll have that." The bartender made a small bow and disappeared to the basement.
As the biker turned her head back to the dance floor, a man a few feet away from her smirked. He smoothly walked up to and wiggled his brows, but she ignored him.
"Playing hard to get, 'ey?" he commented in a sing-song voice.
With a snort, she rolled her eyes. "I'm not playing hard to get," she started. She got of the counter and turned to the man, "but you're playing easy to catch," she finished smugly, hand on her hips.
The man eyed her features. So much yet so little of her skin was exposed. Her figure was just right, her eyes -those that were like jagged crystals- and her hair -which had a wonderful strong scent- were both hidden underneath a black fadeora that had a cyan band and ribbon. Her shoudlerless cyan top had a high neck and long bell sleeves from the elbows, and it fit perfectly on her. Her black bell bottoms looked lightweight and a bit low. Then he realized that they were low-waist, making him wish that her top wasn't pulled down to her brown leather belt. The longer he stared, the more he wanted to take her.
"Well that's because you're a hot bait," he retorted in a lusty manner.
"We'll talk about our sleeping schedule after you answer some of my questions," she teased, cocking her hips to one side.
"Then you better give me a good lay, then," he coaxed, taking a step closer. He attempted to put his hand on her rear but she backed away before he could.
"Answers first," she repeated sternly, "If I get what I need, then we'll talk."
The man smirked. "Answers to what questions?"
"I want you to give me everything you know about Titan Gradger."
"And what would a hot chic like you do with that kind of info?"
She grunted in fake amusement. Then she laughed with exaggeration. Her laughter then dwindled to a hoarse chuckle. "And just exactly why would you care?"
"Just curious," he responded in a low voice, taking a step closer her. He placed his hands on either sides of her waist. He leaned in, and just when he closed his eyes, he hit a wall.
The man rubbed his head and grudgingly opened his eyes. He brought his hand to his front and growled as the crimson liquid dripped to the floor below. His eyes narrowed at the biker on the other side of the building. She tipped her hat in as an insult. He growled in annoyance.
A man in black and glowing green ran up to him in concern. With a scowl, he ordered, "Kill her."
The biker dropped her hands to her sides and stepped her right foot to the side as the club members brought out their weapons and aimed them at her. Several green dots flew around randomly until settling on her forehead and sternum.
"So that's how we're playing it?" She asked.
The gunshots were loud and covered the bar area with smoke. As the smoke cleared, it only revealed a crumbled counter and several broken alcohol bottles.
"Where'd she go?!" One yelled.
Then there was a thump. Then another and another.
After about five, a yelp was heard at the back. The members turned their guns to the unconscious members laying on the floor.
"What the-" one gasped before he was knocked out.
"Get her!" one yelled in anger.
Gun shots were heard as bullets bounced off walls in an attempt to hit a shadow speeding across the club. She suddenly jumped out and kicked one in the face. She gripped the shoulders of one member and used him as a launching pad for a flip to send a spinning kick to a small group. She landed with a loud thump on the dance floor. One of the dancers sprinted to her with a dagger but she side stepped and gripped his arm as it brushed against her face and flipped him back and forth to the point of unconsciousness. She growled as a bullet barely missed her face. The next thing every knew, they were all in their knees, either unconscious or terribly injured while the biker stood unharmed.
She walked up to the man in charge, the one she was talking to earlier. She held down her foot on his neck, she was hidden under a platformed black leather boot with silver accessories all over.
"Houston Kaleb, am I right?" she growled.
"Yes," he choked.
"I need information on Titan Gradger."
"Like I would tell yah," Houston growled, but she just held her foot down harder, making him choke. "Okay, okay, I give!" She put some pressure off her foot as Houston gulped for air. She reached inside her pocket and it let her pocket with a click. Once he recovered, he glared up at her. "Titan Gradger is one of the greatest thieves to travel the Jade realm. He's got hundreds of records. He steals those too. He puts them away, that way, he always have a clean record," Houston explained.
"So it is true," the biker said, "but I already know that stuff. I need the location of his records, his future plans, and his current and future locations."
Houston growled, "Titan burned his records."
The biker grunted, "Surely he couldn't burn down the info from the chips of Acidaea. Those things are indestructible."
Houston huffed. "Fine, you got me," he groaned, putting his hands up in defeat. "He gave them to me and I put them in the attic. What else do you need?"
"Present and future plans."
Houston sighed, "Anything else?" The biker pressed her boot on his next. "Ha! Do you think I'm falling for that again?" She crinkled her nose and growled, showing her fangs that were deadly sharp. That sent a chill down Houston's spine. "I...I mean, I'll tell you anything!"
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